All. Four. Seasons.
Oh what a blessing
To know you have felt this too
Heavy tilted stage
Yes I speak this way
To (of) my very great reward
Even in season
Like a wine at peak
So is my love in winter
Sell all for a sip
One weekend so grand
Claws on both sides of the door
But utterly scorned
Yes, I felt it too
I even called out to you
There was one small catch
Mom's (un)timely love
The awkwardness of honor
Stopping the primal
So I write to you
As I have for 13 years
Just a few months shy
What is a few months
In the face of forever?
Hard to tell at times
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